The Plug's Wife by Chynna Read Free Book Online

voice throaty and harsh.  She didn’t know what had come over her.  She wanted to give him something.  Needed to give him something in return for what he’d done for her.  It was how she’d learned to show her appreciation. 
    “Hurry up!” she demanded, her eyes a bit wild.  Jesse smiled as he unbuckled his pants and slid out of his boxers.  He was aroused.  Thrilled.  Taken aback.  Summer licked her lips, crawling towards him.  She grabbed Jesse’s manhood roughly and tugged on it. 
    “Whoa! That thing is connected to me,” Jesse winced at the rough handling.  Summer didn’t care.  She was possessed as she took him into her mouth. 
    “Shit!” he hissed.  Summer was ravenous as she moved her mouth up and down on him.  She could feel the swell of blood rushing through his vein.  That made her work her jaws harder, faster.  The slurping sounds were driving Jesse crazy.  He grunted like an animal.  Sweat glistened at Summer’s temple and saliva trickled down the sides of her mouth.  She moved to his balls and took them into her mouth. 
    “Damn, this is something new,” Jesse murmured, his legs beginning to shake.  Summer gently sucked, then blew air on them.  She did that over and over as she moved her hand over his shaft. 
    “You fucking me up, baby girl,” Jesse gasped on the verge of exploding.  Summer knew she had him now.  She stopped.  Jesse’s eyes popped open incredulously.
      “Lay down,” Summer instructed seductively.  Jesse did as he was told.  The cold, hard floor stung his back and ass cheeks.  He didn’t care.  He wanted her.  Needed her.  Summer rose like Aphrodite before him, completely naked.  Her perfect C cups breasts, small waist and thick legs were indeed otherworldly.  She straddled him again, this time skin to skin. 
    Summer lowered her body onto his, throwing her head back as he filled her completely. She rocked her hips, feeling his girth take up all of her space. 
    “Don’t wait for me! Cum now!” she growled as she grinded him so hard he lost his breath.  Jesse gasped for breath as Summer swirled, rocked, and grinded on his dick.  Her insides throbbed with every inch of him. 
    Summer glanced down at Jesse to find his eyes tightly shut. “Look at me,” she instructed, lifting his face to meet hers.  “Look into my eyes.”  Jesse’s eyes opened wide.  Summer had him under her spell and she knew it. 
    She pumped up and down fast, slamming her body into his.  “Is everything mine?  You, this, and all that you have?” It was an important question for her.  Jesse couldn’t catch his breath to answer.  Summer stopped moving but she squeezed the muscles inside her vagina around his manhood. 
    “Shit! Oh God!” he huffed. 
    “Answer me!” she barked, squeezing again. 
    “Yes! Everything is yours, baby.  Everything I have,” Jesse proclaimed just as he exploded inside of her.  Summer smiled and followed his lead, wetting him with her juices.  She collapsed on top of him, her body rising with each heave of his chest.  Silence enveloped them. 
     
    Summer swiped roughly at her tears now, angry at the memories.  How could she have been so easily duped into thinking any man was perfect?  She hadn’t been able to let her tears fall at the funeral, but now that she was alone the floodgates opened up.  Her head pounded and she wished she could take some more of her pain meds to ease the drumbeat playing between her ears.  The pills helped dull both her physical and emotional trauma.  Grabbing her thick, white, chenille robe from the end of her bed, she slid her feet into her soft, fuzzy slippers.  She needed some water from the kitchen downstairs.  She couldn’t remember when the last time was that she ate or drank.
    Summer paused at the sound of hushed voices coming from the living room.  Slowly, she crept forward to listen. 
    “Look, word on the streets ain’t good.  They sayin’ Jesse stole a boat load of